Provoke me, throw me to the ground. We gave my mek to go against the slope
Turn me on baby! We met in front of Istanbul one after another
I’m like a bow out of an arrow, honey! Are the roads traffic?
Come on… We turned this way, we pretended we were going to Ataköy.
Get your hands out and smack this way! You’ve got your money now relax me
This tempo is good for b47. The tempo is over! shhhh! sokorro!!!
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